I Imagine God has invited me for dinner in His house. I know how God is phenomenally amazing so I know this dinner will be epically good! He is the Grand Supreme Master Chef of all chefs, and I am in for a spectacular meal. With that in mind, I am excited and can’t wait for dinner to be served. God tells me to take a seat in the living room while He prepares for me the meal. He closes the kitchen door and starts to get the dinner ready. He doesn’t tell me how long it will be and neither do I, because I trust it won’t be long. After all its just dinner and the Grand master chef can whip something amazing in a short amount of time.
While God is in the kitchen getting the meal ready, He is so pleased that I came. He has a big smile as He thinks of me and all I've gone through. He is so proud of all I have achieved and decides the initial meal he had planned is not as special as He now wants it to be. He reaches into the cupboard to get ingredients to the new meal and realises He only has supermarket economy value ingredients, so He says to angel Gabriel "please go into my garden and pick for me the very best and finest ingredients for this meal I am about to cook for my Precious child. I want to make something very special, and I don’t have it in the cupboard. And while your there make sure you get some Kenyan Fanta because my child loves Fanta (God is not a man that He should lie, I love Kenyan Fanta). She will have some during the meal and she can carry some at home and drink as she pleases (God knows I love doggy bags, such a caring and attention-to-detail God).
Gabriel goes off with a smile and agrees that yes this should be a very special meal. God knowing all things, realises that time is going and asks my guardian angel to go into the living room and keep me company while He works on the dinner. So, my guardian angel comes. He asks me how my day went; we reminisce on old times and have a laugh. I also remember some not so good times, and my guardian angel with his large soft wings gives me a nice, huge and comforting hug as I cry on his shoulder. At that point God peeps out of the kitchen door and closes it again. He calls Gabriel on the android mobile, and asks him to ensure he brings all my favourite things, so He can make an extra, extra special meal for me. Gabriel comes back with all he was asked to bring.
God is pleased with the items from the shopping trip. He begins to prepare the meal and is so excited because He knows when the meal is finished, I will be more pleased than when I post those "Friday is that you" videos. Meanwhile, me and my guardian angel have knocked stories and laughed. We lose track of the time and where we are. Then at some point, we both get the smell of the beautiful food from the kitchen. I get excited and begin to salivate. I go to the bathroom and wash my hands ready for this meal. Ooh! I am so excited! I come back from the bathroom and wait for God to tell me to go to the dining room.... but He doesn’t send the word!!!
TBC
Next post: 21/10/2022 for the final part
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Fanta had to be served.
I love your pen skills 🖋️
MJ - Kenya 🇰🇪
Waiting patiently for the next post. Loving the read!